Thursday various

  • Joe Biden does seem determined to live up to his reputation for saying dumb things — like, oh, needlessly fueling the panic over swine flu — but I still find that preferable to a Vice President who is, y’know, evil incarnate. [via]
  • I don’t think Roger Ebert liked the new Wolverine movie very much. I’m a little disappointed by his not so subtle digs at comic books in general and their readers — “Am I being disrespectful to this material? You bet.” Keith Phipps didn’t like it much either — “A couple of halfway decent action scenes do little to distract from the story’s mounting ludicrousness…or a conclusion that’s only a little more satisfying than a projector breakdown.” — but he suggests the film might be a failure in spite of its comic-book origins, not necessarily because of it. That may be reading too much into Ebert’s review. Despite the occasional dust-up with the fanboy set, Ebert has liked plenty of comic-book movies. (And X-Men Origins: Wolverine is maybe just a bad one.) Still, it’s hard not to get a little riled up by that constant refrain of “this is good…for a comic book” or “this is good…so it can’t be science fiction. It’s hard not to get a little tired of that.
  • Speaking of science fiction, though, these Penguin Science Fiction covers are pretty cool. [via]
  • Over at TV Squad, Brad Trechak suggests a list of American actors who could play Doctor Who. I assume he’s not serious — his choices are pretty ridiculous — but it’s an interesting thought experiment nonetheless. Not the idea of casting it, necessarily, nor Trechak’s specific casting choices, but the question of why it can’t be done. Other British television shows have been remade across the pond, some even successfully, so why not this one?

    I think you’d have trouble finding a more quintessentially British show than Doctor Who. Its being a British show is so completely wrapped up in its identity that an American remake just seems unimaginable — even though there’s nothing inherently British about the chracter, or nothing that couldn’t easily be made more American with a few minor tweaks. I’m trying to think of an American equivalent that really couldn’t be remade overseas — something that’s too distinctly an American show — and I’m not sure I can. Any thoughts?

  • And fianlly, a fascinating look at the ancient Roman bookselling world:

    …booksellers were the rich pimps of Roman publishing and authors, or even the books themselves, were the hard-working but humiliated prostitutes.

    I’m also amused to learn that “at some periods of Roman history, it was the fashion to copy out the text with no breaks between the words, but as a river of letters.” And we think reading on a computer screen can be tough! [via]

Sorry, we’re closed

Earlier today, I did something I’ve been putting off for awhile: I closed Kaleidotrope to submissions.

More importantly, I did the rough calculations that suggested I pretty much had to do this. Already, I’d been telling future contributors that I couldn’t guarantee when their work would appear, that I was pretty full-up on acceptances at the moment, and that it could be as late as late 2010 before their submissions saw print. That’s a long time to wait if you’re a writer, and it didn’t seem fair to expect it of anyone.

So, starting tomorrow, the zine is temporarily closed. I still have several submissions awaiting replies in my in-box, but after that I won’t be accepting submissions for several months, or longer. I’ll instead be busying myself with putting together the next two or three issues with what I’ve already accepted. I regret all the great writing I’ll need to pass up in the interim, but I think this will be good for both the zine and my sanity. (I won’t mind an in-box that doesn’t need near-constant pruning, for instance.)

And who knows? When I open back up, I think I’d like to start offering my contributors just a little more money…

Monday various

  • Google Maps Typography. I’m reminded of Textism’s Found Alphabet. [via]
  • John Scalzi on why it’s a good thing that YA novels have been winning major genre awards lately:

    Yes, how horrible it is that some of what’s being hailed as the best science fiction and fantasy written today is in a literary category designed to encourage millions of young people to read for the rest of their natural lives. Because God knows the last thing science fiction and fantasy publishing needs right now is whole generation of new and enthusiastic readers who might actually get hooked into the genre until they die. It’s a goddamn tragedy, it is.

    I wasn’t aware the recent wins had “caused some consternation and grumbling in certain quarters,” but maybe that’s just because I don’t hang out in those quarters. (I just finished reading Scott Westerfeld’s Midnighters series, and it was easily some of the best storytelling I’ve read recently.) Personally, I think the only thing that matters is that a book be good when it wins an award.

  • Gerry Canavan offers two examples of how “our brains don’t work.” First, the suggestion that the “health aura” of things like salads, etc., actually encourages us to eat unhealthy foods instead. And second, an optical illusion you can’t help but see — unless, of course, you’re a schizophrenic. (They’re apparently not fooled.) While on the one hand it’s nice to have evidence to suggest that I’m not schizophrenic, seeing that optical illusion at work was starting to freak me out a little.
  • “Was there anything in your childhood that led you to want to destroy civilization as we know it?” How do you even respond to a question like that? The founders of Twitter do a decent enough job, but Maureen “I would rather be tied up to stakes in the Kalahari Desert, have honey poured over me and red ants eat out my eyes than open a Twitter account” Dowd’s “interview” is just ridiculous. I think you can make an argument that Twitter is an annoyance or a time-waster, but most people making that argument would be content to, I dunno, simply not use it. [via]
  • I was totally captivated by this short documentary, Carts of Darkness, which Showcase.ca describes thusly:

    This isn’t one of those homeless-guys-are-just-like-us exercises in upper-middle class guilt trips. As it turns out, these guys are nothing like us.

    It’s not always easy to watch, but I found it fascinating. [via]